Beautiful Maids Of The Vampire Lord
A Vampire Lord awoke from his Eternal Sleep plagued with visions from another world. When he broke free from his coffin, he was met with two beautiful ladies who took shelter from the rain. Before he could drain them of their blood and refocus on important things, one of them spoke up. “You have a heart.” she claimed. “You need to get your eyes checked by a doctor.” He snorted. Wait. What the heck is an ophthalmologist—?
The Feisty Lycan of Blood Moon Pack
Communication between several lycans packs was easy enough.
At least to those who could observe it from a distance.
If there was anything useful, it was discussed through howling, something most didn't understand but could at least tell was a form of communication.
But added along the fact that it was in a level of sound indiscernible by those who had less than stellar hearing.
However, this also meant that everyone who was a lycan and knew their language would be able to understand the message being spread–not allowing for much privacy.
Sure, there were codes and such for Humans… but lycans were less interested in something like creating a formulaic code.
If anything, they were a bit too lazy for that.
Which was why, there was also another form of communication through the numerous Shamans in each pack and with the Great Shaman of the Blood Moon Pack.